A tale of revenge

A short introduction from a story about a man who seeks revenge on the women whom left him for dead.

Submitted:Jun 19, 2011
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The sound of my own breath echoed in a room where time stood
still.

This realm of self-imposed darkness that I had chosen to be my
home. My sanctum. My domain.

When one cannot withstand the harshness of life and the bitter
lessons it teaches us then exile was my only available option. A
place where nobody could find me. Where emotions could not touch
me and above all a place where my heart could begin to cement the
cracks that had shattered my hopes and dreams. In a room with no
light, the only available visions come from deep within my own
consciousness.

A wise man once told me that the only person who you can truly
trust is yourself. Others will come into our hearts, some may
seize it, and one may possess it. Yet the only person who truly
knows us most is ourselves.

So here I am. On my quest for self-enlightenment, my journey for
the answers to repair my shattered soul.

It was that one moment on that balmy summer's day that will be
etched into my memory for all eternity. It was not a specific
day, rather a mundane one. Yet the way in which you suddenly
left, will be etched into my soul forever. A heart that was once
so full of fire now reduced to mere ashes and cinder.

No feelings, no emotions. Just a charcoal darkness that you once
called love.

Then it all began the domino effect. One cruel blow after another
from the sharpened blade of life dug deeper and deeper into my
heart. Twisting its cruel and cruel pain induced lessons into my
honourable and gentle soul. There was so much pain that I
actually became oblivious to it in the end. There was just a numb
feeling. Maybe I took too much, or maybe it became part of
me.

Shhh can you hear that?

Is it the rain beating down the window or the remainder of my
crimson tears dripping onto the vacant wooden floor that I now
call home? Either way they form a symphony of despair that has
become the soundtrack to my life.

The shadows of the night illuminate on the wall where the
moonlight dares to enter. This light is the only friend that I
have allowed or will accept into this sanctuary of
self-discovery. It is the only light I need, the only friend I
have. It is the only thing that shines.

The questions I have had no longer exist. The answers have become
clear. You have long gone, in your mind and heart you not only
left me for dead, you probably forgot that I even existed.

Yet I do.

Clearly I exist.

My hands that were once so tender and gentle on your skin now
form hammers as I smash my way out of the darkness. The light
blinds me, almost scorches my eyes into oblivion. Yet the effort
has been worth the wait.

I no longer hide; I no longer run for everything has become
clear. It all makes sense.

The flames of passion that once danced your name upon my heart
have been replaced by a volcano of revenge that will never be
extinguished.

Am I to blame?

No.

You made me who I am. You made me this.

This is what makes me, this is who I am.

I step out into the bright sunrise of a new day. Fear is my
friend, revenge is my soul.